This is a political post.
I'm not sure what will happen by tomorrow. If the Second Civil war has started, meet me at the spot we talked about that time, and bring some bait. If not, I think the only thing I'll be happy with that the damn ads are over. I was just so damn tired.
If you were hoping for scintillating commentary this time around, I'm sorry. I'm working on a certification, the "ranch" where I'm working never seems to run out of cattle, and I like to do this little thing called sleep every now and then. And occasionally, from time to time, I even leave the house. But I digress.
This political circus for me was best summed up in one...tweet? Instagram? I don't remember, but it went something like this:
You need surgery. Who do you trust more: A doctor with a malpractice suit against them, or the Manager of your favorite fast food place?
Hillary isn't perfect, but who is? They've been after her for years and haven't been able to catch her, so if nothing else it speaks to her intelligence and craftiness. But her opponent is so unsophisticated and unprepared, that very thing he swears he's an expert at and will get going again, the economy and Wall Street, lurches in fear at the idea of him as the Commander-in-Chief. I know a lot of people think he's the answer, or at least a brick through the window of the people who got us here, but Trump isn't who they envision him to be. He's who he says he is. And who he says he is is a person not really ready to President.
That's all I got this political season. Now I got stuff to do.
Hope the world is still here next week.
I'm not sure what will happen by tomorrow. If the Second Civil war has started, meet me at the spot we talked about that time, and bring some bait. If not, I think the only thing I'll be happy with that the damn ads are over. I was just so damn tired.
If you were hoping for scintillating commentary this time around, I'm sorry. I'm working on a certification, the "ranch" where I'm working never seems to run out of cattle, and I like to do this little thing called sleep every now and then. And occasionally, from time to time, I even leave the house. But I digress.
This political circus for me was best summed up in one...tweet? Instagram? I don't remember, but it went something like this:
You need surgery. Who do you trust more: A doctor with a malpractice suit against them, or the Manager of your favorite fast food place?
Hillary isn't perfect, but who is? They've been after her for years and haven't been able to catch her, so if nothing else it speaks to her intelligence and craftiness. But her opponent is so unsophisticated and unprepared, that very thing he swears he's an expert at and will get going again, the economy and Wall Street, lurches in fear at the idea of him as the Commander-in-Chief. I know a lot of people think he's the answer, or at least a brick through the window of the people who got us here, but Trump isn't who they envision him to be. He's who he says he is. And who he says he is is a person not really ready to President.
That's all I got this political season. Now I got stuff to do.
Hope the world is still here next week.
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